Blind Success {Book 1 - Blinded Trilogy}

38 -Released Memories

"Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future." Corrie Ten Boom

Remembering something that I couldn't remember is a painful thing. It adds onto all the pain and suffering from my life but at least I could remember things that were a part of my life that I couldn't before.

Steven, Loki, Sophia, Murray and I were playing a game of Monopoly. Murray was winning and I'm convinced that he cheats but according to Sophia and Steven he's just really good at the game. While we were playing the game, my head started to hurt. It wasn't so bad at first. It felt like just an ordinary headache. Only over time it started to get worse. A dull pounding before it became so bad that I was holding my head and trying desperately not to scream in pain.

I was picked up by one of the guys. The pain was strong enough that I couldn't figure out who had actually picked me up. Next thing I know, I'm lying on something soft and still clutching my head to try and dull the pain.

The voices around me were muffled and all of them sounded worried. Couldn't blame them for being worried.

I thought it was a memory at first, until I saw my niece standing in front of me again. "Hel?"

"What kind of greeting is that? You should already know me by sight... I'm not exactly someone you forget easily." She had a point and I instantly felt guilty.

"Sorry." She smiles back at me and I couldn't help but smile back. "What's happening to me?"

"That I can't answer. I'm not a mind reader dear auntie." I scrunch my nose.

"Don't call me that. I'm too young to be an aunt."

"You're 19."

"So? That's too young to be an aunt." Hel rolls her eyes.

"In Midgard children can be aunts or uncles whatever their age if their older siblings have kids. Why not be the same with gods? Just because my dad looks to be around the age of 21 doesn't mean he's really that young. He's been stuck like that for the last few centuries. He'd be a walking skeleton if he aged like a normal person."

I resisted the urge to make a comment about that. Instead I slowly nodded my head. "Will the pain go away?"

"That's a stupid question. Pain is temporary. Whatever you're feeling should go away after it's run its course."

"How long will that be?" Hel just shrugged.

"I don't know. If I knew what was going on I would but since I don't know anything, as my brother's delight in telling me, I can't really help. I'm sorry. All I know is you're not dying."

"Gee thanks."

"What? That should have made you feel better! If you're not dying that's a good thing." Hel throws her hands up in the air, exasperated. "Honestly, it's like trying to talk sense into a rock."

"Hey!"

"Well it is. You've got your father's stubbornness and your mother's spirit, something is bound to go wrong. Plus dad has the same issue. Runs in the blood it does. Fenrir has the most stubbornness of us kids, I like to think I'm the most sane of the lot but that's tested from to time. After all, when you spend so much time surrounded by dead people your sanity can be tested to the absolute max." I couldn't help but giggle. Hel turns and looks at me. "You think that's funny?"

I quickly shook my head and muttered a no. I didn't really. I just thought it was funny how much she acted like Loki from time to time. You could tell they were related by their personality.